Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.
I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life